Reese LOVES going upstairs but is SUPER obedient. It is funny to me that she understands things so well and actually obeys. What a good kid! She attempts going up the stairs multiple times an hour but if she hears me say "Stay downstairs, don't go up" she will stay at the bottom of the stairs even if I'm not watching her. She will however debate with me for a long time why she should be able to go up. It is cute! She stares at me and talks and talks with tones that definitely sound like she is giving me reasons why she should go up. If I don't give in, she'll eventually crawl back down the stairs (an ability I've been trying to teach her but didn't know she actually picked up). If I say, "ok, you can go up now" she takes off up the stairs [typically saying "DADA" as she makes her way straight towards Eric's office to say hi to him.] We haven't been perfect with the 30 minutes a day outside playing goal but we've done pretty well. Eric tucked Reese's blankets in around her before I took her on a walk yesterday and she was out within 10 minutes.
I love those pretty eyelashes. Ah, she is such a little angel!
Today we opted for playing in the snow over going for a walk. She doesn't like that her boots weigh 1/2 her body weight, and that her coat makes it so she can't get her arms down to her sides. So other than the frustration that came from those two things we had a good time swishing the snow around with our gloves, making snowballs, throwing them up, and smashing them while in the air, watching Hoover sharpen her claws on the tree bark, and kicking our boots on the rocks to make noise.
This morning while eating breakfast Reese started gabbing like crazy. I looked over at her and she was staring at a fly that was flying into the window repeatedly. She was so entertained. Later today the fly got worn out and was crawling/hopping/bursts of flying on the floor. Reese followed it around for a while. Then just an hour ago she found the fly again. This time it wasn't moving across the floor but was laying on its back kicking its legs. She was enchanted by it. She would touch it and then pull away with a face full of disgust. But she kept going back for more, until the little fly passed on (I think).